Oh, Alice! You have always been
A source of joy and fun.
Your nonsense world, your crazy friends,
Your poems and your puns.
Now other artists build upon
The work that you begun
This latest is a sequel from
A game that's dark and menacing
And short on poetry.
It might not be that fun to play
But, man, it's great to see.
He nailed your crazy bits just right.
He even showed your charms.
(A few of them, at any rate.)
But soon I hear alarms:
What should we make of Alice when
She's packing firearms?
I shoot and jump, I crush and stab
To prove that I am tough.
I pick up teeth and bottles just
To say I've got the stuff.
I shoot things with my Pepperpot,
But it's just not enough.
See, Carroll loved both words and math.
To him they were a game.
How sad to see this Alice now
Delivers much the same
As every other game I play.
For shame, McGee! For shame!
At least the enemies are fun
And offer some surprise.
There's doll parts stuck on blobs of tar,
Teapots with crazy eyes,
Drowned sailors, goblins, and of course,
Wasps dressed like Samurais.
The jumping bits were sometimes fun
And sometimes not so much.
The trouble seemed to come when I
Had missed but thought I touched.
Collision is a tricky thing,
With physics codes and such.
The gameplay I'll forgive because
Your levels are inspired.
The chance to visit Wonderland
I just what I desired.
Still, I must say, from time to time,
It gets a little tired.